Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Magma,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.